Chrysanthemum

I tear myself apart like a Chrysanthemum yellow petals dancing slowly on the air, falling in beautiful slow-motion and folding in on themselves in a majestic cacophony of bewilderment Beautiful in the sense that Im not afraid to fall apart But falling apart became something I was used to

Alone in that room That tape recorder I sat next to Every time I felt destructive I hid it between the couch cushions So that they wouldn’t see How much they hurt me.

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